I'm really rich

Chapter 143 Even Pigs Can Be Pulled, Why Can't Humans?

Although this nickname is straightforward, but after thinking about it, it seems that there is nothing wrong with it.

Shen Mian clicked on the homepage and found the post about Jiang Chen, and then replied all the messages attacking Jiang Chen.

[13L: Sisters, I'm flashing, the son of a robbery murderer, does he have a violent gene? 】

[The president of Jiang Chen's support club replied 13L: I think you have an idiot gene. 】

[22L: Seriously, the son of a murderer is usually a fart. 】

[The president of Jiang Shen Support Club replied to 22L: Pigs can be dragged in the forum, why can't people? 】

……

Seeing the sudden appearance of the president of the Jiangshen support club with crazy output, the poster of this post couldn't sit still anymore, and replied to Shen Mian, saying:
[Do you know how much disaster his father brought to the robbed family?That family suddenly lost their source of income, the victim's wife was so sad that she couldn't afford it, and her daughter couldn't even afford to study, so she had to drop out of school to work. As Xu Zhanguo's son, shouldn't Jiang Chen be responsible? 】

This sincere speech won the sympathy of many people, and someone replied:

[Families should have moral responsibilities, right?Jiang Chen should at least be responsible for this mother and daughter. 】

【If all this is ignored, then Jiang Chen is too cold-blooded. 】

[Hey, what's wrong with the victim's family? 】

Shen Mian ignored the following moral kidnapping, only looked at this reply, and couldn't help frowning.

She always felt that the landlord's choice of words, sentences and tone were a bit strange, too sincere, and the information he gave was too specific, not at all like a gossip discusser.

For example, the experience of her daughter dropping out of school to work, as far as she knows, has not been reported in the news at all.

After a game ended, Shen Zui took off his earphones, got up and walked to sit next to Shen Mian.

He went back and half slept on the bed, and glanced at the screen of her mobile phone.

Thanks to his 5.2 eyesight, he saw what Shen Mian was doing right away.

Couldn't help but sneered, and said drunkenly, "You're too fucking naive, aren't you?"

Shen Mian didn't answer, and continued to fight on the front line of the anti-gangster.

Shen Zui took the phone from the side without a word, and then fiddled with something with his head down.

About 5 minutes later, Shen Mian looked back, and found that a friendly soldier appeared in the post, whose nickname was the director of the Academic Affairs Office of the Third Middle School.

[Director of the No. [-] Middle School's Academic Affairs Office: As a No. [-] Middle School student, I don't ask the facts, and spread rumors on the forum, which will have a great negative impact on Jiang Chen and the No. [-] Middle School.For all replies to this post, the student ID has been found in the background. If there is any such behavior again, please come to my office tomorrow morning. 】

Shen Mian:? ? ?
As soon as this reply came out, the post was instantly quiet.

Not a single reply.

Shen Mian didn't bother to curse back.

Probably because they were afraid that the director of the Academic Affairs Office would really arrest people, everyone started to like other posts crazily. This post was quickly submerged, and after about 10 minutes, it was deleted by Shen Zui unknowingly.

Shen Mian was happy, and sent another red envelope to Shen Zui.

[Shen Mian: Transfer 8.8 yuan. 】

Not long after transferring 520 to him a few days ago, she actually regretted it. Why did she forget that she was still saving money on impulse.

So this time, she soberly compressed the amount.

Shen Zui hehe: "You are really generous."

Shen Mian: "I can't help it, I'm trying to save money, so just pick it up if you can."

"Why are you saving money?"

Shen Mian glanced at the clean home page of the No. [-] Middle School forum, put away her phone, and said as a matter of course, "Be a rich woman."

Intoxicated: ...

You fucking look at the eight yuan and eight red envelopes and say it again?
(End of this chapter)